"Here, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language." If it weren't for the fear that others would not be able to figure out where the drug was placed, Sean would have shot this guy in the head just now.

"I said, I said, don't shoot." The drug criminal shook his head and confessed immediately.

They're just a bunch of drug criminals, how can they really keep any secrets?

Under the supervision of several soldiers, the drug convict took people to the cold storage to move goods.

You can't just stand around and wait like this.

Someone was smart and moved a chair from the boat. Sean sat on the deck with his legs crossed, holding a coconut in his hand and sucking on it with a straw.

Soon, dozens of large fish were moved from the cold storage to the deck.

"Open it and take it out."

The drug dealer took out a hand-held angle grinder, skillfully cut open the belly of the fish, and then cut along the belly, and took out bags of vacuum-packed white powder.

After struggling for a long time, a total of 40 kilograms of goods were lifted out.

He kicked the package with his foot and waved for people to transport all the drugs back. He also returned to the gunboat, and the drug criminal came with him.

"Do you know why we arrested you?" Sean leaned on the Mark 12 twin naval guns and looked at the drug leader with a smile.

"I... don't know." The drug convict shook his head in bewilderment. It looked like these people were well-trained. They couldn't hide their military looks and they spoke in English.

It looked like it was from the US military, but there were no markings on the military uniforms. The drug criminals had already begun to wonder.

"You guy, it's not safe to come here!" Sean patted the drug criminal's shoulder meaningfully.

Goods, unsafe?

This was said without any beginning or end, and the drug convict looked confused.

"Then how can we be 'safe'?" After all, he is a criminal, and his brain is quite bright. The word "safety" is very important.

"Trading in a safe trading area ensures safety!" Sean smiled mysteriously.

"Trading area!?" The drug criminal was stunned, and then thought of the legendary safe area established by Cartagena X Security...

He raised his head and looked at Sean with a look of astonishment, then looked at the twin naval guns in front of him and a group of people on the ship who were obviously soldiers. Aren't all the X security guards who had been in the US military?

With fierce firepower, they drove armored vehicles and helicopters to slaughter all the original gang members in Cartagena.

Killing hundreds of people crazily!

Then a safe trading area was established, requiring them to conduct underground transactions in the trading area.

Looking at it now, the methods are exactly the same!

What is there not to understand about this!

"You, you, you..." The drug criminal gritted his teeth and his face was full of anger. He thought that if he didn't trade in the place you designated, you would fucking rob him!?

"What? What's your dissatisfaction?" Sean's face suddenly turned cold.

In an instant, the drug leader felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, and he woke up with a jolt all over his body.

These people are not the masters of reason!

"No, no." The drug leader forced an ugly smile.

"It's better if you don't have it!" Sean snorted, raised his foot and kicked the drug criminal's leader to the ground, "I always say, safety, safety, or fucking safety!"

"Safety is the most important thing, understand!"

"It's very unsafe for you to act like this in this vast sea!"

"You said that if some criminals were encountered and bombed with one shot, the ship would sink immediately. People would die, the goods would be gone, and everything would be swallowed up by the vast sea. No one would even know the news."

"Is this safe?" Sean said earnestly.

The drug criminal sat on the ground, looking up at Sean, his eyes widened. Is this criminal Ning talking about you yourself?

"I'm asking you, is it safe?" Seeing that the man was still in a daze on the ground, Sean raised his foot and kicked the drug criminal in the face.

"It's not safe, it's not safe!" The drug criminal wiped his face and his hands were covered in blood.

Bird food is not safe.

"You have to learn a lesson. Don't trip over the same stone twice. Do you understand?" Seeing that this guy understood his 'reason', Sean's face broke out into a smile again.

"I understand, I understand." The drug convict nodded hastily.

"Go back if you understand?" Sean waved his hand.

The drug criminal got up and took two steps, then slowly turned back, "Well, I can..."

"What can you do!" Sean's face turned cold again, "I found that you are trying to push your limits. What is that? You are a drug addict!"

"Do you know it's illegal?"

"Confiscated."

"Get out of here!"

After driving the people out, Sean stood up and stretched.

In order to promote the anti-drug cause, Sean felt exhausted.

But consider that 50 tons of drugs are shipped out of Colombia every year, that is 50,000 kilograms, and an average of 139 kilograms are shipped every day!

Only 40 kilograms were seized this time.

There is a long way to go!

I'll contact the base later and see how the other two ships are doing these days.

"These drug criminals don't pay enough attention to safety." With this thought, Sean staggered towards the cabin.

As for what to do with these seizures?

It must have been shipped back and thrown in the trading area.

destroy?

Sean never thought about it.

In a free country, this stuff will be legal in the future.

The US military is involved in the transportation, and the CIA is the boss behind the scenes. You can't just follow the US military and go against the CIA, right?

Wouldn’t that be a crime?

Can you commit a crime yourself?

Obviously not!

Sean here robs... Sean here confiscated a batch of drug addicts and then withdrew.

Calculating the distance, the next one found by Jeff and the others would take at least half a day to get there if they took this route.

Sean and the others wanted to change places, because according to estimates, they arrived here at night.

How can you do something fair and aboveboard at night?

It's definitely not because it's difficult to target ships at night.

However, Sean was in vain this time. He didn't get the news until the time was confirmed and he used a satellite phone to contact other ships. There was a traffic jam there.

Afterwards, Sean no longer drifted on the sea, and directly got on the Black Hawk to pick up the passengers and returned to Cartagena.

On the way back, Sean sighed, there were still three gunboats missing, something had slipped through the net!

After seven days, all the supplies on each ship were exhausted, and everyone had been at sea for ten days. They were exhausted physically and mentally and had to go back to repair.

And while Sean was floating on the sea, the drug dealers in North America were completely in trouble!

…

Not much at a time, dozens of kilograms, but it can't hold three ships together. It takes ten days. The first three days are to get familiar with the situation, and the next seven days. Sometimes more than one day can seize more than 100 kilograms, and sometimes there are less than dozens of kilograms.

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Front to back, about half a ton!

The drugs that are usually sold in grams are now measured in tons when Sean comes here.

I don’t know how many victims were furious after hearing that the goods had been robbed, not to mention that Sean had no intention of hiding it.

"Damn it, Fuck!" said an old black man in Miami, with veins on his neck clearly visible, and he smashed the bottle of wine in his hand on the ground.

"This son of a bitch!" Lao Hei used all the curse words he could think of.

You must know that Miami, a tourist paradise, has a large number of tourists every day. These are wealthy consumers who consume a lot of goods every day. The value of the goods he lost this time exceeded 4 million!

Of course, this is the seller, and following up on the goods are two different concepts.

But even if we purchase goods, it will cost less than two million!

"Kill him, I will kill his whole family. If there is no one left, throw him into the sea and feed it to the sharks!" After cursing crazily for half an hour, the thirsty Lao Hei opened another bottle of wine and took a sip.

.

He sat on the sofa and took a deep breath.

The curse is a curse, but the actual situation is another matter. The men who came back made it very clear, gunboat!

While I was playing with machine guns, others were already playing with naval guns.

As for Black Hawk armed helicopters and the like, he didn't believe it.
To be continued...